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Twenty minutes later, Allard was on his way and Margo was finishing her desert alone. As she left the table, she saw Treban approaching, and walked straight past him, looking toward the roulette players as though expecting to see Allard among them.

He'd have remembered, then, that there were still more eggs within it, a whole nest of them, that would have cracked apart, down to the smallest egg that formed the tiny core.

WELCOME-THE SHADOW

It made him think of the coming situation: a game within a game. Perhaps it would have been better had The Shadow let the wooden egg fall to the floor.

A novelty of Japanese manufacture, popular years ago in America, and probably something new today in Centralba. The Shadow laughed softly as he replaced the wooden egg upon the shelf.

telling you, Castenago is worried"

The Shadow was to learn

sneak out and give a flash to Treban. He'll flash back from his office when everything's ready. The gatomontes will be along the route, signaling if its clear.

Margo gained the impression that "somebody" was The Shadow, and that Allard intended to inform him of the brewing trouble. She still believed that Lamont Cranston had come to Libertad and had established contact with Kent Allard.

WELCOME-THE SHADOW

Margo gained the impression that "somebody" was The Shadow, and that Allard intended to inform him of the brewing trouble. She still believed that Lamont Cranston had come to Libertad and had established contact with Kent Allard.

WELCOME-THE SHADOW

I'll stay about twenty minutes. After that, if anyone asks you, just say that I'm still around. I found those fellows, and they're going to the presidential palace. Somebody has to do something about it.

Something rolled from the shelf, and The Shadow caught it before it fell, to turn his flashlight on it. The thing was a hollow wooden egg, that broke open slightly, to show a smaller egg within it.

Margo wouldn't have worried had she been able, at that moment, to see them both-Allard and Cranston, rolled into one personality: The Shadow. He was in the back room of the little shop which he used as headquarters, and had just finished putting on his cloak and hat.

It made him think of the coming situation: a game within a game. Perhaps it would have been better had The Shadow let the wooden egg fall to the floor.

A novelty of Japanese manufacture, popular years ago in America, and probably something new today in Centralba. The Shadow laughed softly as he replaced the wooden egg upon the shelf.

This evening, the gatomontes were watching the streets, to make sure that a certain car coming from the casino was neither followed nor intercepted; while the plazas were deserted because there was no fiesta. In fact, The Shadow didn't have the slightest bother, until he reached the palace itself.

Last night, there had been gatomontes lurking among the buildings, and merrymakers thronging the plazas, making both courses difficult.

The Shadow was to learn

Treban cocked his head, looked at the table that Margo had left, and promptly went back to his office. Margo hoped he wasn't going to call Castenago. Allard hadn't had much time yet to contact Cranston.

There were mutters of doubt. Murk's followers hadn't forgotten what happened to their pals in Miami Beach. They were figuring that Murk was playing into Castenago's probable argument that less money would be satisfactory, if each man received a larger share. Maybe there would be larger shares, if thugs met up with The Shadow. Larger, for those who survived. Understanding the grumbles, Murk silenced them.

Treban cocked his head, looked at the table that Margo had left, and promptly went back to his office. Margo hoped he wasn't going to call Castenago. Allard hadn't had much time yet to contact Cranston.

IT was a very swift and easy trip to the presidential palace, for The Shadow took short cuts, through narrow passages between buildings and even across plazas.

It made him think of the coming situation: a game within a game. Perhaps it would have been better had The Shadow let the wooden egg fall to the floor.

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